Friday Mental Massage: Prioritizing

My kid woke up this morning and knew who I am, so that’s better than yesterday. Since we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s time for a Friday Mental Massage on priorities.

Friday–Okay, these are your potential Friday activities. Work on major project, play disc golf, spend some quality time with the wife, get HD satellite installed, go out of town to play poker, stay in town to see Jerry Douglas play a short show at a small cafe. Every one of those things has to happen today and not all of them will. What do you do?

The Great Sticker Conspiracy–Last weekend I noticed a bright green sticker on my mailbox post. I figured it was nothing. Coming home last night, I noticed that select posts in my neighborhood have stickers, too. Some are red, some yellow. I’m a green. Obviously, there is something going on. I don’t know if green means “these people are cool” or “green light to rob blind.” Stay tuned on this one. I’ve been prioritized and I don’t know how.

The VEEP nod–Barack Obama has a list. He’s checked it twice, then twice again. I understand having your priorities straight, but even I am getting annoyed with the guy now. You’ve milked this one until its udders are sore. On with it, man.

Google loves me not–I started this blog seven years ago next week. For a large majority of that time, I have been #1 for searches for Rapid Eye Reality. I play nice. I’ve offered to cook Google dinner. Meatloaf even. We’re now six weeks into the Google debacle and I’m still #56. Of higher Google priority in the past few weeks to people searching for Rapid Eye Reality? A site that ripped my off my content. Brilliant. I’m trying to be patient and do all the right things. Take me back, Google! This is me standing with a jam box over my head while Peter Gabriel sings “In Your Eyes.”